Chapter 258

“Let me help you,” Rosalie said, as she made a move to unbutton his

shirt.

“No.” Theodore held her hand, and said firmly, “I can do it myself. I’m sure I can do something so

simple myself.”

He lifted his arm with difficulty, and touched the first button. However, his fingers trembled non–stop,

and he couldn’t unbutton the first button no matter how long he tried. Eventually, his arms slumped

weakly back to side again.

He gritted his teeth, and stubbornly raised his arm in an attempt to unbutton his shirt again.

Rosalie’s heart broke as she grabbed his hand. “Let me help you,

please. You’re injured, and it’s normal that you can’t do such things by yourself. Don’t be

embarrassed. It’s not like I’ve never seen you shirtless, anyway.”

They had known each other for so long, and had been intimate during their marriage. What was the

point in maintaining such boundaries at

a time like this?

Theodore sighed, and let go of the button. He nodded and turned his head away weakly, a helpless

look on his face.

Rosalie felt so broken–hearted, she almost wanted to pull him into her

embrace and comfort him.

Theodore looked just like a helpless little boy who was unable to unbutton his own shirt. It was

heart–wrenching to see.

Rosalie gently turned his body toward her and help him undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one.

Despite having been intimate with

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him, Rosalie couldn’t help but blush each time she saw him naked.

Underneath his shirt hid a well–built and muscular body that encompassed strength and vitality.

Theodore never neglected keeping himself fit, no matter how busy he was. His body was of perfect

proportions–even those with OCD would agree.

His chest heaved; she could feel his breath on her forehead, which in turn hastened her own

breathing and made her cheeks burn.

Rosalie carefully peeled his shirt off him and put it aside.

His strong body, wrapped up in bandages, somehow looked wild and savage. Strangely, injuries on

a man’s body had the effect of adding to his masculinity. Heat emanated from his body, giving off

the scent of warm desire.

Rosalie took a deep breath and turned her face away from his body, her heart racing.

“All right, it’s time for us to eat. The food’s turning cold.”

Theodore picked up his spoon weakly, and scooped his food up with some difficulty.

He lowered his head and bent over, and suddenly furrowed his brows in pain, as if he had tugged on

his injury.

“Oh…”

His spoon dropped and hit the edge of the bowl, falling on the table with a clank.

Rosalie picked up the spoon. It seemed he didn’t have the strength to feed himself.

“I’ll feed you.”

Any small movement right now could tug the wound on his back. She felt bad for him.

But Theodore said stubbornly, “I can do it myself. I don’t want to trouble you.”

Weak, pitiful, and frail, yet so stubborn. Rosalie’s heart ached. She seemed to feel his pain on her

own body, and it didn’t feel good.

“It’s no trouble at all. I wouldn’t have stayed here otherwise. If you don’t let me help you, I’ll leave

right now.”

Rosalie saw Theodore remain silent and put the spoon down.

“In that case, I’ll leave. You can do everything yourself anyway, so what’s the point of me being

here?” she said.

Sighing, she stood up to leave.

“Don’t go,” Theodore called out to her, his voice fraught with anxiety!

Rosalie stopped in her tracks, and turned around. She looked silently at him.